Blood Brother
listen!
Hear our lonely steps as they glide
down the ghostly moccasin trail
near the grasses of echo place
in the crystal depths of the waters
of beautiful mountain,
seek us
O Pale-faced Brother!
Follow us
through the forest of fire
where songbirds dream
of vanished dustwing flights
O, find us!
when twilight smokes silently spire
above high cold canyon walls
and long ice night haunted with hope,
send shrilling coyote calls
into the wilderness of memory
At dawn when the winds thrum
through carved stone cathedrals
and the copper spirit sun
comes drumming upon the land
Blood Brother
search for us yet
through the desert day
into the savage sunset
#AmericanIndian #NativeAmericaHeritageDay
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